I love you, yes I do
I love you, God knows I do
Oh, Have another hit of sweet California Sunshine
Oh, Have another hit–
Take me home, Take me home
Take me home, I wanna go home with you
Oh, Have another hit of Fresh Air
Oh, Have another hit–
Think I’ll roll another number for the road
I feel able to get under any load
Though my feet aren’t on the ground
I been standin’ on the sound
Of some open hearted people goin’ down
I’m not goin’ back to Woodstock for a while
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile
I’m a million miles away from that helicopter day
No I don’t believe I’ll be goin’ back that way
I’m runnin’ down the road tryin’ loosen my load,
I got seven women on my mind,
4 that wanna hold me, 2 that want to stone me,
1 that says she’s a friend of mine…
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
And they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
I’m sitting in the railway station,
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand,
And every stop is neatly planned, for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was
Homeward bound…
That one guitar, felt good in his hands, didn’t take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
So he started rockin’, ain’t never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rockin’, someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero, (got stars in his eyes) he’s a juke box hero
Bubba shot the juke box last night,
Said it played a sad song; it made him cry,
Went to his truck and got a forty five–
Bubba shot the juke box last night.
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away.
Our hearts were ringing in the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night, remember
How the stars stole the night away.
September morn
We danced until the night
Became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes
From some romantic play
September morning
Still can make me feel that way
Try to remember the kind of September,
When life was slow and oh so mellow,
Try to remember the kind of September,
When grass was green,
And grain was yellow…
As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (and sea of green)
In our (In our) yellow submarine (yellow submarine, ha-ha!)
Yeah, under the sea (Under the sea)
Under the sea (Under the sea)
When the sardine
Begin the beguine
It’s music to me (It’s music to me)
What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here
Under the sea
Oh the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear,
And he shows them pearly white…
Just a jack knife has old MacHeath, babe,
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight…
When Eddie said he didn’t like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid
But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife
What a guy, makes you cry, and I did
Are you ready, Eddie, to turn out rock-and-roll?
Are you ready, Eddie, ready to rock-and-roll?
Are you ready, Eddie, to give me some of your soul?
Are you ready, Eddie, to pull those faders down?
Are you ready, Eddie, to pull those faders down?
Are you ready, Eddie, to turn your scully round?
I’m ready, ready, ready Teddy
I’m ready, ready, ready Teddy,
I’m ready, ready, ready Teddy,
I’m ready, ready, ready to Rock ‘n’ Roll…
Get set, get ready,
Here come Ruff and Reddy.
They’re tough, but steady,
Always rough and ready.
You know, every now and then
I think you might like to hear something from us
Nice and easy but there’s just one thing
You see, we never ever do nothing nice and easy
We always do it nice and rough
So we’re going to take the beginning of this song
And do it easy
Then we’re going to do the finish rough
Ooh, that’s why I’m easy,
I’m easy like Sunday morning.
That’s why I’m easy,
I’m easy like Sunday morning.